Wow – we got more culture than we expected today! A Sunday in the Bahamas near the holidays seemed a great time to visit a local church. We had the spectrum of experiences today – 1) at Spanish Wells this morning the Methodist church was attended by almost exclusively anglo (their term) Bahamians. It was “Methodist” for sure – calm, orderly, with organ, piano and choir. They sang lovely Christmas carols, and had a soloist – a gentleman in the 80’s that was amazing. Then 2) tonight we visited a church in Harbour Island. We had understood it to be a special 7pm Christmas service with singers from Nassau. Turns out it was a birthday celebration for a 70yr old pastor on the island. It was evangelical, hands waving, dancing, cheering and music louder than a rock concert! The black congregation loved the music, and we did too – except the volume level that had Henry plugging his ears. Mike couldn’t resist his decibel level app and the sound level was far in the “red zone.” The congregation was very welcoming, and also understanding of Henry’s ears as we left early – they were settling in for a long night of dancing!
We are so tired tonight but it’s no wonder when I sit here and think about what we did today. Sunrise paddle boarding in calm weather – even Emma got courageous enough to try it on her own. Dolphins in the anchorage got the excitement level up a bit too! Then we had to rush through showers to get to church, then moved the boat again in the afternoon.
At 1pm we had booked a local pilot named Captain Kirt to take us through the Devil’s Backbone. It is tricky navigation from Spanish Wells, over the north end of Eleuthera and down to Harbour Island. Well, Kirt called us up this morning and said “are you still going to church?” Yes. “I’d like to pick you up and take you there”. Such a lovely gentleman. He must have been in his mid to late 70’s. He met us at the dinghy dock and saved us a 30min walk to get to church, then sat with us as well. This afternoon, it was nice to talk with him the 2.5hrs it took to navigate the reefs. He is 3rd generation of family from Spanish wells. So much history. He even gave Henry and Emma a quick “go fast” ride in his boat at the end of the piloting trip.
With settled weather and settled routines, today was a milestone: we pulled out the table and had dinner in the cockpit while the sunset put on a show. Was our first night eating meat from a can – Pork turned into Pulled pork sandwhiches. They disappeared off everyone’s plate so I assume it was a success! Would highly recommend the Keystone brand. I’m putting it on my camping list! Now we’re off to sleep, anchored at Dunmore Town, the only town on Harbour Island. Nearby marina restaurants make it a little noisy and it’s bouncy with so many skiffs flying by at high speeds (lacking a “no wake” zone here). Might relocate to a quieter place nearby for tomorrow.

















































































